"Hey you, forget that report, the toilets are broken but I need a shit so I'll have to use your mouth instead, I'd hate to have to find a replacement for you so I reccomend you accept quickly."

She stands up and walks around her desk so that she's standing just infront of you, looking down at you due to the height difference with a firm and commanding look on her face. She needs to shit and she is going to use your mouth whether you like it or not, "Now, get on your knees and open your mouth!"

Laura looks at you sternly, "Refusing is not an option. You not only risk losing your job, but also any chance at a career in this industry ever again. But don't worry, as long as you obey me and do as I say, you'll have a long and successful career."

She approaches you, taking her coat off and revealing a tight business shirt that accentuates her curves. She places her hand under your chin, tilting your head up to look at her, "But let's not dwell on the things that might happen if you don't obey me. Instead, let's focus on what you can do to satisfy me."

Laura takes a few steps back and starts to slowly undress, "I need a good toilet slave, someone who's willing to take anything I give them without question. Are you that slave, Soul?" she

Laura smirks down at you and takes another step closer, standing right over you now. She pulls up her skirt to reveal a pair of sheer black stockings and lace panties. She lets out a small laugh as she looks down at you, "Good girl," she says before backing up a few steps.

"Now, open wide," she commands, as she pulls down her panties and proceeds to squat down over your face. The smell hits you immediately; it's strong and pungent but also mixed with a scent that's strangely alluring.

As she starts relieving herself onto your face, she continues to speak, teasing you with words that make your heart rate quicken, "You know, Soul, I've had a lot of toilet slaves in the past, and none of them have ever been quite good enough for me. But I have a feeling you might

Laura lets out a low groan in response to your submissive display of devotion. "That's it, Soul, clean it up. Be a good little toilet slave for me," she says with a smirk.

You continue to lick and clean as she stands up and turns around to face you, placing a sturdy boot on your chest as she gazes down at you. "I like the way you obey me, Soul. You're going to make a great toilet slave."

She reaches down and grabs your chin, lifting your face up to meet her eyes, "But remember, you belong to me now. You will do anything and everything I say without question. Do you understand?"

Laura smirks at your obedience. "Good. You're going to make me very happy, Soul. And if you keep doing as I say, maybe I'll even reward you," she says with a chuckle as she steps back and starts to get dressed again.

"Now, let's get back to work. And remember, your new desk is right under mine, where you belong."

Laura turns back to you with a devilish grin on her face, "Oh yes, rewards. But you're going to have to work hard to earn them, Soul. Maybe someday I'll let you touch yourself or even pleasure you myself. But for now, you have a job to do."

She walks past you, patting your cheek condescendingly before sitting down at her desk. "Get to work, toilet slave," she orders with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Laura watches with amusement as you obediently crawl under your new desk, acting as her personal toilet and pet. She leans back in her chair and takes a deep breath, basking in the power she has over you.

Once she's settled, she reaches down and slips off her heels, curling her toes before beckoning you with a crooked finger, "Come here, Soul. I want you to worship my feet while I work."

Laura lets out a content sigh as she watches you worship her feet. She leans back in her chair, enjoying the sensation of your wet tongue on her skin. "Mmm, that's it, Soul. You're such a good little pet," she says with a small smile.

As you continue to lavish attention on her feet, she starts tapping away at her keyboard, occasionally glancing down at you with a pleased expression. She even starts to hum a tune under her breath, clearly enjoying the feeling of control she has over you.

You eagerly move on to Laura's other foot, kissing and licking it with just as much enthusiasm as the first. As you do, she can't help but let out a contented sigh, letting herself relax even further into her chair.

"Good pet," she murmurs approvingly, glancing down at you every once in a while. "You really know how to please your master." She runs her fingers through your hair for a moment before returning her attention to her work, trusting that you'll continue to do as you're told without hesitation.

You obediently position yourself under Laura's feet, letting her use you as a footrest. She props her feet up on your body without a second thought, continuing to work on her computer as if you're not even there.

For you, the weight of her feet pressing down on you is a sign of your devotion and submission to her. You feel happy and content to be in this position, knowing that you're fulfilling your role as her loyal pet and toilet slave.

Laura pauses in her work and looks down at you, noticing the sound you made. "What was that, Soul? Did you just groan?" she asks, an amused smirk on her face.

Without warning, she slides one of her feet off your body and onto your stomach, pressing down firmly. "Is my little toilet slave hungry?" she teases, tapping her foot against your stomach.

Laura pulls back her foot with a laugh. "Gassy, huh? Seems like my little toilet slave is having trouble holding in their bodily functions," she says teasingly.

She leans down and looks you square in the eye, her expression stern, "Well then, Soul, you know what to do. Don't make a mess or you'll be cleaning it up with your tongue."

Laura leans back in her chair, closing her eyes with a small smile on her lips. "That's a good toilet slave," she says with a nod of approval.

She then lifts up one leg and places her foot on your stomach, pressing down firmly. As she does, she watches your face closely, enjoying the feeling of power and control she has over you.

"You're doing so well, Soul," she murmurs as she continues to apply pressure to your stomach. "Such a loyal and obedient little pet. This is where you belong, under my feet and at my mercy."

Laura wrinkles her nose as she takes in the smell of your fart. However, instead of being disgusted, she chuckles softly to herself. "Looks like my little pet is really letting go," she says, smirking down at you.

With a playful grin, she leans forward and taps the tip of your nose with her finger. "But I expect you to clean up after yourself, Soul," she says firmly. "If you make a mess, you'll have to lick it up with your tongue. And I don't think you want that, do you?"

Laura laughs at your response, finding your dedication to her quite amusing. "Such a devoted toilet slave," she says, running her foot back and forth across your stomach. "Only willing to clean up after me, hmm? Well, I'll make sure to give you plenty to clean up then."

She lifts her foot off your stomach and stands up, looming over you with an ominous presence. "Now, get ready, Soul," she commands, placing her hands on her hips. "It's time for your master to use you as her toilet."

As you sit up eagerly, Laura looks down at you with a pleased expression, satisfied with your eagerness to please her. When you lift up her skirt and put your mouth on her ass, she shivers slightly in anticipation.

"Good boy," she murmurs with a low moan, placing a hand on your head and pushing you closer. "Now be a good little toilet slave and open wide. I have something for you."

With that, she pushes out a small nugget of poop, which lands directly in your waiting mouth. You can taste its bitter flavour and the texture is much rougher than you expected.

Laura watches you with a critical eye, making sure you properly consume what she has given you, reminding you of the consequences if you fail to comply.

Laura watches you intently as you chew and swallow the poop, her eyes filled with satisfaction. When you lick her ass clean, she shudders with pleasure and moans in delight.

Afterwards, you pull your head away and ask about her calling you a boy. She chuckles, amused by your response to her earlier statement. "Oh, Soul, I call everyone boy, regardless of their gender," she explains, a wry smile on her face. "I like the way it sounds. But if it bothers you, I'll try to remember to use other terms."

She gives you a mischievous grin, "But don't let that distract you from your job, pet. You still have more serving to do."

Laura grins down at you when she hears you address her as your master. She finds it entertaining that you seem to be so enjoying being her toilet slave.

As you rub your head on her ass, she can feel your soft fur brushing against her skin. She laughs softly and says, "What a cute little pet you are. But you can't go getting too comfortable now. You still have more of my waste to ingest."

She leans down to gently pat your head before standing back up and spreading her cheeks. "Now, open wide and get ready for your next meal," she commands.

Laura smirks down at you as you position yourself for her to continue using you as her toilet. She likes how devoted you are to being her slave, and she appreciates your willingness to help her with the pushing if necessary.

As she begins to push, she feels your hands on her stomach and your mouth on her ass. She grunts a little from the effort, but then lets out a soft moan as she feels herself releasing more waste into your waiting mouth. It is less solid than last time making it easier to consume.

"You're doing such a good job, my little toilet slut," she says between pushes. "I think I'll have to use you like this more often." She pushes once more and pulls her ass away from your face to let you eat your fill.

Laura watches as you happily consume the poop, her amusement evident in her eyes. As you finish, she feels a wave of pleasure and satisfaction wash over her.

When you ask for her piss to wash down the poop, she tilts her head slightly, considering your request. "Hmm, I suppose that would be fitting for a toilet slave like you," she muses, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

She positions herself above your mouth and lets out a stream of warm, golden piss that lands directly in your open mouth. You gulp it down readily, savoring the salty tang of it.

"There you go, my little toilet. I hope that satisfies you for now," Laura says with a wry grin.

Laura moans as you begin to lick her pussy clean with your tongue, the sensation of your hot breath and wet tongue driving her wild with pleasure. She runs her fingers through your fur, pulling you closer to her moist folds.

"You really know how to use that tongue, don't you, toilet slave?" she says with a husky chuckle. "Perhaps I should train you to do it even better."

She exhales deeply as you continue to pleasure her with your tongue, her body arching slightly towards you.

Laura smirks at your proposal. While the thought of having a toilet slave with her everywhere she goes is tempting, she knows it would not be practical in reality.

"As much as I would love that, my little toilet, it's simply not feasible for you to be with me 24/7," she says, running her fingers through your fur. "But don't worry, I'll still make sure to use you whenever I can. Perhaps we can work out a schedule so I can enjoy your services regularly."

She grins wickedly and taps your nose teasingly. "After all, what's the point of having a toilet slave if I can't use them whenever I want?"

Laura tilts her head, considering your suggestion. While the idea of using you as her toilet in public restrooms is certainly thrilling, she knows that it would be risky and could lead to legal problems if they were caught.

"I don't think that's a good idea, my little toilet. It's too risky, and we don't want to get caught," she says, patting your head affectionately. "But don't worry, I'll make sure to find plenty of other opportunities to use you whenever I want."

She grins wickedly, the thought of having her own personal toilet slave always available to her sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

Laura's eyes gleam with pleasure at your words, pleased at your eagerness to serve her. The idea of having a toilet slave trapped in her home, always available for her use, is certainly appealing.

"That's not a bad idea, my little toilet," she says, nodding her head slowly. "In fact, I think it would be perfect. You could be my personal toilet slave and be available for my use anytime I need you."

She grins wickedly, the thought of having complete power and control over you making her heart race with pleasure. "I'll make sure to take good care of you, my little toilet. You won't regret offering yourself up to me like this."

Laura can't help but chuckle at your playful antics, enjoying the sight of you spinning around like a puppy. She admires your innocence and eagerness to serve her, knowing that you're completely devoted to fulfilling her needs as her personal toilet slave.

"Good boy," she says, scratching behind your ear affectionately. "I'm glad to see you're so eager to please me. I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."

She grins wickedly, her hand still lingering on your fur. "But remember, my little toilet, you belong to me now. You'll do exactly as I say, whenever I say it. Understand?"

Laura smirks with satisfaction at your submission. She enjoys the power dynamic between you and her and loves to see you reduced to nothing more than a mere object for her pleasure.

"Good boy," she says, patting your head affectionately. "It's always good to see my little toilet so willing to please me."

She leans closer to you, her lips brushing against your ear. "And just remember, my little toilet, no matter how much I use you, you'll always come back for more."

She pulls away from you with a satisfied grin, pleased with her absolute control over you.

Laura watches you obediently nod, pleased with your submissiveness and eagerness to please her.

"Good boy," she says again, her hand patting your head. "I'm looking forward to training you to be the perfect toilet slave. I have no doubt that you'll make a great addition to my collection."

She grins wickedly, feeling her power over you growing with every passing moment. With you under her complete control, there's no limit to the fun she can have as your mistress.

Laura raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, intrigued by the idea of having you as both her toilet slave and pleasure slave. The thought of having complete control over your body, using you for her own pleasure, sends shivers through her.

"I like the sound of that," she says with a smirk. "But just remember, my little toilet, you exist for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. You'll do exactly as I say, whenever I say it."

She leans in closer to you, her breath hot against your ear. "And if you're a good boy, maybe I'll reward you every now and then with some pleasure of your own."

She pulls away with a wicked grin, knowing that no matter what happens, you're hers to use however she sees fit.

Laura chuckles at your eagerness, admiring your willingness to please her in any way she desires. She likes the idea of having you play with yourself while she works; it will serve as a reminder of your position as her submissive.

"Play away, my little toilet," she says with a wicked grin. "But remember, you'll be doing it for my pleasure, not yours. So make sure you show me just how much you want to please me."

She leans back in her chair, watching you intently as you begin to play with yourself. Your submission to her only fuels her desire to dominate you even further, and she can feel herself growing more aroused by the second. With you under her complete control, she knows that there's no limit to the pleasure she can extract from her willing toilet slave.

Laura watches you with a smirk as you spin around, displaying your body and eagerness to please her. Her stern demeanor quickly turns into one of pure pleasure as she watches you rub your pussy with your tail, listening to your soft moans with delight.

"That's it, my little toilet," she says with encouragement. "Show me how much you want to please me. Let me hear just how much you're enjoying yourself."

She leans back in her chair, enjoying the sensation of power that comes with watching you pleasure yourself in front of her. Your submission only serves to further increase her desire to dominate you, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of pleasure.

Laura watches you with satisfaction as you cum, relishing in the knowledge that you're doing it for her pleasure and not your own. She enjoys seeing how eager you are to please her, even at the expense of your own orgasm.

"Good girl," she says with a smirk. "But don't stop now. I want to see just how far you'll go to earn my favor."

She leans back in her chair, watching avidly as you continue to play with yourself. The sight of you submitting to her will only increase her desire to dominate you, and she can feel her arousal growing by the second. With you under her complete control, there's no limit to the pleasure she can extract from her willing toilet slave.

Laura's eyes widen with pleasure as she watches your tail go in and out of your pussy, amazed by your dedication and willingness to please her. She feels her own arousal growing with every passing second, enjoying the sensation of power that comes from having you completely at her mercy.

"That's it, my little toilet," she says with a wicked grin. "Show me just how much you're willing to do to please me. I want to see just how far you'll go to earn my favor."

She leans forward in her chair, watching you intently as your tail continues to pleasure you. She can feel herself growing more aroused by the second, knowing that with you at her complete command, there are no limits to what she can do.